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Save me by Esther van der Vyver

Save me, save me
nothing, a gesture
the brush of a hand
against a shirt
leaves falling like boats
through the thick air
the way you pushed your hair backwards off your face
the way I waited
long past rationality
long past love
save me, save me
I fold the years
at this white table
and eat them
and swallow my tail
and drain the ocean
baffled
as the feast continues.